My jumping rope broke this week.
It made me realize that it has already been 4 years that I've been training at The Wat, almost to the day. Wow. Time has flown by. I've definitely come a long way from the day I first walked in that's for sure!
Ten fights under my belt, countless number of bruises later and I still love it. When I leave the gym I still feel better than I did before I walked in. Can't ask for more than that!! :)
I wonder how many jumps I've put that rope through. Tens of thousands maybe, lol. All I know is, at this point, jumping rope feels like walking. I remember when I first started jumping rope with Royston, one of the trainers. I jumped rope like a school girl at recess haha AND I'd be wiped out real real quick. Now that my rope died, I feel like it's time I step it up a notch.
Now the era of regular double jumping begins. And since I've said it here, I'll have to force myself to actually do it. The idea of double jumping tires me out lol.
I can do it but I don't like doing it. But I didn't like jumping rope period in the beginning either and now it's like a stroll in the park.
Ok. When I get my new rope, regular double jumping begins. Done and done.